Rudy's courage

Chapter 1

GREASY

It was just one of our usual mornings in our car repair shop. I was then with my head inside the motor. I was repairing the radiator of a red Bentley car. Later I would have to fix the carburetor. The repair shop was adjacent to our house and my son Rudy was there with me. At 22 he’s still my apprentice but he works there with his father.

My name’s Ernest Soul and I’m just 42. I think I’m still a sexy man cause I’m still able to date girls, something I’ve always hidden to Rudy, of course.

But I had to take my head out of the motor for a moment to ask him for an adjustable wrench and then I saw him with his dick out masturbating.

-Do you think this is a good moment to masturbate, Rudy?

-I’m sorry, dad. It’s just that part of your ass is visible now and I felt the need to wank a bit looking at it.

-You’re jacking off looking at your father’s ass, Rudy?

-Yes, dad.

I was then shirtless too and he told me I was sexy being besides greasy and sweaty. I didn’t know how to react. We got along well, but I had a dry personality and it was true that in some moments of his life I had not understood my son and had reproached him some things and always said that he had no courage. He had just had a girlfriend, called Juliette and I blamed him for having lost her, telling him it had been his lack of courage that had made her abandon him for another dude.

One other example: he had agreed with some friends to go bungee jumping but when the moment came, he told me he’d felt vertigo and had not jumped after all. So I always told him he had no courage, over and over again and maybe he was not as friendly with his father as he should be. But now…

-Well, Rudy, whacking off looking at your own father is not the most appropriate thing, but once in your life, I’m seeing you courageous. I’m gonna spend a long while fixing the motor of this Bentley, with my head inside, so just be yourself. You have guts, my son, and I want to apologize for maybe I’ve harassed you too much.

I returned to the motor and guessed he would still be jerking himself off looking at my ass. Suddenly I felt him pulling down my pants, so my whole ass was visible, and he started touching it.

-But don’t you think it’s a faggot thing to touch a boy’s ass?

-Now you’re showing me courage, Rudy and I don’t like the word faggot. First let me ask you: are you gay?

-Not that I know of, dad. It’s just that watching this perfect ass and watching you greasy has turned me on.

-Then those are guts, something totally unexpected to me, but courage. You’re no faggot. I wanna be a different Ernest with you now, Rudy. I wanna become your best friend and touching a boy’s ass as you masturbate is not a faggot thing, but a courageous act. Just let me tell you once more: I’ll spend a long while working here, so show me your new courage and do anything you want.

He seemed to get hornier now at my permission and at the way I was finally understanding my son and seeing him brave. He wanted to become friendlier with me now but even so he was risking our friendship for now I could notice his dick, hard as a rock, was rubbing my buttocks till I could feel a river of semen was bathing them and the flow of my son’s spunk was running down my legs.

-Wouldn’t you be more comfortable, Ernest, if you got totally out of these sweatpants?

I was noticing his courage more and more. He’d even dared call me by his name. It was such a moving thing to notice for the first time that Rudy wanted to be friendly with his father that I took the decision just then of allowing him anything he wanted to do now. So I really decided to remove my sweatpants now. I was wearing no briefs; I was already shirtless. So all I was wearing right now was my sandals.

-So hot to see you greasy and sweaty, with nothing on but your sandals, Ernest Soul; good, as far as you don’t send me to hell, I’ll keep on touching this hot ass of yours.

But I felt him then not only touching his father’s ass but running his hands down my whole sweaty and greasy chest and telling me.

-Oh, if we could always be friends and also friends this way, for after now I’ll need to touch you. I don’t feel gay so far, that’s true, but it’s so hot to touch such a sweaty, greasy and sexy man.

-I won’t stop you now, Rudy, nor will I ever send you to hell. It’s moving to notice you at last easy and friendly with me. I feel we’re becoming closer buddies today and after now father and son will always talk like friends about anything, even sex.

Almost nude as I was, he kept on touching my sweat telling me it turned him on like crazy to touch my sweat, even the grease I was filled with. I would no longer protest: Rudy was brave, he would after now be always horny at his father and I would never protest. Besides, I was hard too as I’d never been before in my life.

Suddenly I took my head out of the motor. I had repaired the radiator and I needed a pause before tackling the carburetor. I couldn’t help but show Rudy a raging erection, but all he did now was turning me and in a sudden move I didn’t expect, he naturally as if it were the usual thing a son did every day with his father, he took my dick into his mouth. Oh he was so brave that he seemed he was gonna give me a blowjob.